#I just need to scream things into the void

[peasack]

hi, i love your writing!!! can i be the owl anon? these anon things (idk how to explain this lol) are so cute! and also could i request reader being the host of a powerful entity? (like a god, an angel, a demon...) like bob with sentry/void but a little different

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Ooooooo I love this. Your bond with Bob would be so complicated yet so understanding.

AND YESYESYES YESY3S I ALSO LOVE THE ANON THINGY AAAA OFC YOU CAN BE OWL ANON LOVE THATTTTT

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦Thunderbolts With a Reader as The Host of an Angelic Entity Headcanons ✦

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You’re the reluctant vessel for an ancient, banished celestial being, a seraph-like force known only as Vetrael. Not good. Not evil. Just power beyond comprehension and too big to fit inside a human body without consequences. Wings you don’t control. Voices that speak through you in sleep. Light bleeding from your skin when your emotions get too high. And sometimes... the feeling that you’re not alone in your own skull.

Valentina? She knows. That’s why she’s keeping you close.

The Thunderbolts? They don’t, not at first. But they find out. They have to.

✦ Bucky Barnes

Eyes go cold the moment he sees the entity take over for the first time.

Doesn’t flinch when you light up like a sunspot or float off the floor, he’s seen worse, but later? He quietly asks you how it feels. How much it hurts.

“I know what it’s like to be used by something bigger than you. To not know where you end and it begins.”

You don't talk much after that. But he starts standing closer to you in briefings. Like a shield.

✦ John Walker

At first? Suspicious as hell. The moment the angel takes over, he grabs for his weapon.

But when he sees you collapse afterward, gasping like your ribs are too small for your own breath, his jaw clenches.

He’s angry, but not at you. At the thing inside you.

“You're not it. Whatever that is, you’re still just a kid. And no kid should be carrying a god on their back.”

Offers to spar. Train. Help you contain it. Pretends it’s just tactical, but you can tell he cares.

✦ Yelena Belova

Stares at your wings when they first appear and mutters, “Cool. Creepy. You’d make a great Halloween costume.”

Doesn’t treat you any different. If anything, she starts trusting you more, “If you're carrying something that dangerous and still choose not to use it, you're stronger than most people I know.”

Teaches you breathing tricks to stop from burning things accidentally. Also makes fun of your glow like it’s a flashlight.

“You ever think about charging people to see the apocalypse? We could make some serious cash.”

✦ Alexei Shostakov

Is convinced you’re a chosen one. Loves it.

“You are like baby Jesus if baby Jesus could explode a building by blinking!”

You’re pretty sure he’s joking... mostly.

Brags to strangers like, “This one? This is our divine child. Don’t anger them unless you want to be smote.”

Doesn’t understand the fear under your skin until you break down one night. Then he holds you tight and says, “You are more than what lives inside you. You are not just a weapon.”

✦ Ava Starr

Cold, sharp, and practical. “What does it want? Can it take over? How do we kill it if we have to?”

It hurts to hear, but she doesn’t mean it cruelly. She needs to understand how to keep you safe.

You think she’s afraid of you, until you wake up one night mid-possession and find her sitting beside you, holding your hand through it.

She tells you later: “Power doesn’t scare me. Not knowing what it’s doing to you? That does.”

✦ Bob Reynolds

Stops breathing when he feels Vetrael stir inside you.

The Void screams at it. Vetrael hums back like an old song, it's like the entities know each other.

He avoids you for days afterward, scared of what it means, then one day, you find him sitting outside your room, head in his hands.

“You ever feel like you’re not real when they take over?”

“Yeah,” you whisper.

“Me too.”

The bond that forms between you after that is quiet, gentle, and unbreakable.

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Hope yall enjoyed!!!

[hyperlexichypatia]

I know I argued with that sex-negative radfem who compared sex to employment contracts and said that leftists frame "issues that affect men" in communist terms and "issues that affect women" in libertarian terms, but aside from some very interesting underlying assumptions about gender and labor (women aren't workers?), I can't stop thinking about an AU where communists talk about working men the way sex-negative radfems talk about sexually active women.

"It's disgusting that men go around in public in their work clothes, talking about 'going to work' in front of children, brainwashing them into thinking that's acceptable."

"We have to protect these vulnerable young boys from being groomed into 'jobs,' these 24-year-old little boys who should be playing outside. It's disgusting to pretend these vulnerable young boys are 'adults' who can 'make choices' and 'have authentic desires.' We need to raise the age of majority to protect these little boys."

"This vulnerable young boy, about 30 years old, was talking about 'forming a union' for 'workers' rights.' I explained to him that workers can't have 'rights' at their 'jobs' because their brains are damaged from their dopamine trauma of doing spreadsheets for someone who doesn't love them. For some reason, he didn't listen, probably because of the brainrot."

Like, what I keep screaming into the void is that radfems would have at least a small sliver of a valid point if they actually talked about sex and gender relations the way communists talk about labor! Sex and gender and labor relations are, in fact, coercive under capitalist patriarchy! We know this! People, disproportionately women, are, in fact, coerced into sex work by economic necessity in the same way that workers of all genders are coerced into all manner of low-wage, low-worker-protections jobs by economic necessity! Women who need a husband's income to get by, or who need the economic and legal status of marriage, are at a material disadvantage in marriage just as workers who don't control the means of production are at a material disadvantage in labor relations! These things are true! It would even be possible, perhaps, to analyze pervasive cultural messaging to working-class people of all genders that "having a good job" is necessary to being a valuable, happy, and successful person, and pervasive cultural messaging to women that "being sexy" is necessary to being a valuable, happy, and successful person! These things are true!

You just resolutely refuse to discuss them without framing women as brainwashed, brainrotted, forever-children incapable of determining their own rational self-interests!

[cantareincminor]

(Personal rant post)

Bless Yor.

"Energy is a wonderful thing for a child to have" -- I say through gritted teeth as:

I throw out my back trying to wrangle a 90+ percentile kid climbing where he shouldn't be climbing

Sleeping in is a foreign concept as the other kid busts into my room before 6 AM 7 days a week

I have no energy left at the end of the day for any fulfilling pursuits and hate everything I try to write

I know there are many parents out there who aren't like me, who genuinely enjoy parenting and look forward to each day taking care of kids full time. I can only see them as an alien species.*

I admire Yor's character for many reasons, including the ease with which she takes care of children and the pure joy she gets out of it. She's so content when she's with Anya, or in flashbacks of Yuri's childhood. I envy that and want that.

(*Before anyone wags a finger saying I shouldn't have had kids if I knew I'd be miserable--I don't know if anyone can really know what it's going to be like beforehand. I loved being around kids before I had my own. And other circumstances make mine especially difficult to raise. I know this phase of life won't last forever. I just need to scream into the void. Or in the car as I did earlier today.)

[crowandagger]

Pairing: Sylus x Reader WC: 5.2K CW: Hurt/Comfort, self-esteem issues from Reader, no pronouns used for Reader, no use of Y/N either, GN!Reader, use of canonical nicknames (sweetie and kitten are gender neutral, fight me), Angst? I think? It's very emotional is what I'll say,

A/N: Dear god the amount of projection I did for this fic is off the fucking charts. Hope y'all enjoy the literary equivalent of me splaying my guts. Also, massive shoutout to @monikalizzie @chronicler-of-narrative and @willow924 for being my beta readers and being willing to listen to me lament about the pain and suffering (positive) of creating this fic. Plus, the poem in the summary was written by yours truly! I don't often try my hand at it, but I really liked this one!

Summary:

I can only starve myself of you Or make do with imitation Because for all of you I hunger far too much —I cannot let you be devoured by a beast like me

The house was still as the door fell shut behind Sylus, the rattling of his keys in the bowl resounding through the hall like thunder as the quiet and darkness settled over him. The echoes of gunshots, dying screams and desperate pleas still rang through his mind as he absentmindedly caressed the lightswitch in the hall as the memories faded to the back of his mind. The silence only interrupted by a singular caw from Mephisto.

He didn't need any light to help him navigate through the base as he headed straight for his office, where he carefully removed his weapons one by one. And with each one, the tension in his shoulders slowly drained away. Beside him, the robotic bird had started to preen its feathers; only giving Sylus a questioning look when it noticed the man's gaze on itself, before flying out of the room without another sound.

Only when he returned to the darkness of the hallway did the quiet turn into silence. He'd half expected to hear the tv running with whatever show you'd decided to entertain yourself with or to hear music of some form or another drifting from wherever you'd decided to make yourself comfortable for the night. But there was only deafening darkness.

He furrowed his brow when he didn't recall you having to be somewhere today —at this hour no less— and moved towards the entrance to the living room, which was in a similair state to the hallway. Bathed in darkness and void of the presence he'd gotten so used to coming home to ever since you'd moved in with him. He didn’t need to turn on the light to to know things had changed since he'd been gone, quietly cursing himself for not catching what was going through your head before he'd left to resolve whatever inferior problem had demanded his personal attention. Only a pale, flickering light in the direction of the kitchen told him that you were still here at all.

Sylus sighed as a heaviness settled within his chest. It was a familiar pattern at this point, an ugly game of hide and seek.

The rather messy collection of your favourite blankets, stuffed in the corner of the couch had disappeared along with the stack of books that had become a standard decoration on the coffee table. The latter now having been replaced by an —admittedly tasteful— ornament he'd not seen there before, while the former only left an empty space behind in the corner they otherwise occupied (somewhere he foolishly hoped you were just cold. Enough that you could somehow justify wrapping yourself in five different blankets).

The few sentimental memorablia you'd taken with you from your old apartment had also moved. Where they had once been proudly displayed around the tv frame, they had now moved to various spots among the bookshelves, only noticed when someone would be actively looking for them in particular. The same went for your own books, which previously had their own section so you would be able to easily find them had now been blended in with his own. They were still sorted by series and genre —he knew you were a stickler for that way of organising— but they'd been put between the other books he possessed and Sylus was almost impressed how easily their spines fell away as background noise. Almost.

Every trace of your presence that had manifested in the space ever since you moved in had either been removed, or prehaps even worse, carefully blended into what there had been before you had come into his life.

You were hiding from him. Again.

The thought twisted painfully in his chest and briefly, the idea that he may have caused this briefly reared it's ugly head. He banished it immediately, but the doubt was already there.

Had he? Had his words and actions been the cause of this?

He racked his brain trying to figure out just what it was. Every tease, every jab passed by, along with every response you'd given to them in return. Yet none of it stood out to him. He knew you had never been afraid afraid to stand up to him, your sharp tongued replies and genuine words were evidence of that. Even through every other time you'd slipped down this path, you'd never been afraid to speak your mind.

But then, how long had this been going on? How long had he been blind to this? And how had it slipped past him in the first place? These questions burned in his mind, consuming all other thoughts as he silently moved toward the kitchen.

You were hunched over the island bar in the middle of the space, earbuds carefully plugged into your ears and your feet dangling off one of the stools, whilst your attention was glued to whatever was causing the bright light of your screen to pass between every color on the visible light spectrum in a matter of seconds.

His heart squeezed in his chest as you quietly giggled at whatever was happening on the screen. Part of him wanted to leave you there in the dark, to not disturb whatever momentary pocket of happiness you'd found. The other —and ultimately the part that won— was desperate to close whatever distance had developed between the two of you in the time he'd been gone.

"Hiding in the kitchen, I see?" he cut through the one-sided silence, the split second of the near panicked look on your face as you paused and minimized whatever you'd been watching when you noticed him almost made him wish he'd kept his mouth shut instead.

"Sylus!" you greeted him excitedly as you half closed the laptop before hopping off the stool, "when did you get back? I thought– Holy shit it got dark in here." Whatever thought you had was cut short as you stopped half way through your motion of reaching out to him, seeming to think better of it as you let it fall back to your side and moved past him to turn the kitchen light on instead. "But who said I was hiding?" you said as you hopped back onto the barstool and Sylus did not miss the moment of hesitation in your movement as you brushed past him. He doubted you'd even noticed it yourself, likely thinking it nothing more than a fleeting thought as you kept moving.

"Surely the couch is much more comfortable. Especially if you've been sitting here as long as I think you have."

"True... but here I'm closer to the snacks. And the grapes," you added with a mutter.

"Ah, so that is where those containers always disappear to."

"Yeah. But let's be honest here, you don’t eat them anyway and I think it is a shame to let good fruit go to waste."

"I would," he chuckled, "if I had a chance to before they're gone."

"Oh. I– uhhh..."

"I didn't say I minded," Sylus cut you off before you could start apologising. "I'm glad you like them."

You hummed as you turned your attention back to the laptop on the counter and powered it down, fingers drumming on the lid for a second as you tried to decide what to do.

"I think the last half of the latest season of Sunset Runners came out while you were gone," you said as if trying to gauge yourself, "you wanna watch ‘em?"

"You didn't watch them already?"

"No? I mean, I did rewatch the seasons we already finished, sure... but we always check out the new ones together. I don't see why I would break that tradition just because they came out when you were on a mission."

"Do you think we have enough snacks left for a half season binge?"

"Probably, though they'd mostly be chips and popcorn. And I also may or may not have been thinking about making some myself, but that'd take time. They're not very complicated, I just don't know if I have enough energy left to make them."

"Tomorrow's the start of your weekend. We'll have plenty of time then."

"I thought you still had work tomorrow. You don't need to call off anything just for my sake."

"The twins can handle the few that have to be handled that day and the others can wait, if they know what is good for them. I do not care what they have to say, none of them are more important than you." he said as his hands covered the top of your thighs, not missing how your spine went straight, flexing the muscle under his palms for less a moment.

"Careful Sy, they might start thinking you've gone soft," you chuckled, avoiding his gaze as you spoke and instead trying to figure out what to do with your hands instead.

"Even if they do, you'd be the only one with the guts to admit it out loud..." he murmured as he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. Your breath fanned over his face, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the muscle beneath them as his gaze briefly dropped to your lips.

"If you see something you like, just take it," you grinned, mirroring the words he'd told you so many times before, though you made no move to close the distance that still existed between the two of you, while your hands finally settled on his biceps. The movement of your thumbs mirroring his own.

"Do I not already have you then?" he teased back, nose brushing against yours as he waited. Quietly hoping you'd close the gap yourself and take what both of you knew you wanted. And you did. Mouth crashing onto his as your hands moved up from his arms to circle around the back of his neck as you pulled him impossibly closer.

Your teeth pulled at his lower lip, almost demanding he let you in before your tongue poked out to soothe over the same spot and he let you push into his mouth.

Your actions were fuelled with desperation and need to an almost comical degree while your hands drifted down to work on the buttons of his shirt.

"Something you want to tell me, sweetie?" he said as he pulled away just enough to speak, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as yours chased after him.

"Missed you," you mumbled, wasting no time in trying to put your lips back on his, to continue what you started; Gently nipping at his jaw in protest when he didn't let you.

"Me too," he said, still not allowing you to continue your previous ministrations and Sylus swore he could damn near hear the whine that bubbled up inside you before you almost choked on the sound as it caught in your throat.

"You're safe sweetie, no need to hide anymore," he murmured as he pulled you off the stool into a hug, your head falling against his chest with a 'thud' as you found stable footing.

"I know... 'm sorry, I just– I don't know how to stop," you said, the whisper of your voice almost inaudible as your hands curled into fists in his shirt. Yes, he'd figured as much after the first couple of times it'd happened. You didn't know it, but he'd asked around a little about this habit of yours when it became clear this would become a recurring pattern. And although he was unsurprised to learn this was not an uncommon thing for you to do in general, he was still no closer to understanding the reasons as to why.

"Please don't go," you mumbled as you opted to wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing as if you really thought he'd leave you.

"I am not going anywhere."

His words seemed to have at least some effect on you as you stopped trying to squeeze him like a lemon and your body relaxed in his hold. "Let's get you to bed, shall we?" he suggested and you didn't protest as he gently pulled you along towards your shared bedroom. Occasionally placating you with a kiss to your temple while both of you got ready for bed.

Once there, you wasted no time in snuggling up to him, your legs wrapping around his as you clung to him, your position not entirely unlike that of a koala. He wrapped his arms around you in turn, resting his chin on the top of your head as he let your scent invade his senses.

You were his. Irrevocably, and one day he would find the source of why you thought you wouldn't be and root it out. So this doubt would never again make you hide from him and it was with that quiet promise and the sound of your slow, steady breathing that he finally drifted off too.

When he woke, it was to the gentle sensation of you trying to pull yourself out of whatever embrace he'd, in your words, somehow trapped you in. An attempt that proved futile as he pulled you right back. His chest once again flush with your back as you said something about having to get up whilst prying at his arms, which had snaked back around your waist.

"You're in an awful hurry," he slurred, voice still heavy with sleep as he pressed a line of kisses over your shoulders, trying to deter you. Though it would seem his attempt too, fell flat as you said not everyone could afford to become a perpetual night owl like him.

"I still need to do a few things today, besides, while I'm out I can get the ingredients for the snacks I've been wanting to make."

"I can order them for delivery here. No need to trouble yourself."

"I know, but I am going to meet with some friends so I need to get out of the house anyway, and if I am out already, I might as well. No?"

"I seem to remember that was a dinner invitation," he tried again, refusing to let you go that easily, "It's only noon."

You laughed at that. "Sy, it's three in the afternoon and the trip from N109 to Linkon is not exactly short."

"Not four hours."

"Knowing you, it will be if you don't let go of me soon."

"Ten minutes," he bargained, "and you'll be free to go."

"Fine," you conceded with a chuckle, "I'll set a countdown."

"You think I won't keep my word, kitten?" he teased, teeth nipping at your shoulder

"No, I just think you'll fall back asleep somehow and sleep well past ten minutes."

"Which would be a problem why?" he asked, knowing full well he was not planning on letting you go anytime soon if he had a say in it.

"You know damn well why," you chuckled as you finished putting the countdown in your phone and put it back on the night stand, sinking back into his embrace.

He hummed as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting your scent wash over him. The silence between you two was comfortable, hearing you breathe in only once or twice to say something before deciding against it.

"Something on your mind?"

"Meh, nothing in particular. Just wondering how some of my friends have been doing. I haven't seen some of them in quite a while."

The quiet returned with ease, only interrupted by the occasional hum or sigh. Until your phone blaringly demanded that he let you go all too soon for his liking.

He watched as you got ready for the get together, pleased to see you pick several of the pieces of jewelry he'd gotten you to go with your outfit.

"I'll be back before you know it," you chuckled as you left him with one last kiss, slowly pulling your hand out of his as you stepped back towards the door. The click of of the door draped the room in silence once more. Trying to sleep would be useless to him now that you were gone and as if by clockwork, his own phone soon started ringing as well, displaying Kieran's number.

He hoped it was to tell him the job had gone smoothly.

Sylus was irritable when he finally got back from the improptu meeting. Not only had the man not taken the several warnings Luke and Kieran had given him, he'd also been condescending to both of them as if they were naïve fledgelings and to really add insult to injury, the wares he'd tried to sell him were comically faulty to the point Sylus was almost impressed he'd been able to smear it to enough people in the N109 Zone that he'd had the balls to try and scam him too.

Luckily for everyone else, he'd made sure that the man would not make that mistake twice.

As the door fell shut behind him for the second time in twenty-four hours, the scent of melting chocolate wafting into his nose as he moved towards the living room whilst the sound of one of your playlists filled the air as you hummed along with it.

For a moment he wondered how he'd survived so long in this life without you, as his mind drifted back to empty days where he'd only been able to hang on to his sense of everburning need to see you again. But those days were then and you were here now. He watched quietly as you turned something in the bowl of molten chocolate, so absorbed in your work you didn't notice him.

"My, that looks delectable," he said as he dipped two fingers in the bowl of chocolate, grinning when he noticed your wide eyed look as he sucked them clean. Neither of you looking away for a second as your gaze remained glued to his hand.

"Oh," was the only thing that came out of your mouth as your struggled to come back to your senses, your mind still very clearly occupied with the image of him cleaning the mess off of his fingers. One of your hands blindly feeling around for your phone for a few seconds as you turned down the music down to a background murmur.

"What are you making?"

"Chocolate bites—" you said, pointing at two small bowls filled with little chocolate balls covered in various different flakes, "though I had more chocolate left at the end than I thought I would, so I'm doing some simple fruit dipped slices as well..."

"I'm assuming these are ready?"

You hummed in confirmation as you washed your hands of whatever candy remnants still stuck to them. "Just need to let this all chill in the fridge for ‘bout another hour and they'll be ready to go, but we can start binging in the mean time."

He nodded and picked up the few bowls that were ready, chuckling at your exasperated expression as he used his Evol to carry the few he couldn't comfortably carry in his arms.

Once there, he put them on the previously emptied coffee table—which had also been pulled closer to the couch for easy grabbing—and laid down on the couch as he searched your watchlist for the show you two were watching. It seemed a few new additions had joined in the time he'd been gone, some fantasy shows, a detective thriller if he were to go by the cover alone and something that curiously looked like a childrens cartoon next to Sunset Runners. And judging from how they were ordered, you'd been watching the former as early as last night, when he got back.

From the kitchen, the music came to a stop as he heard you clatter around with the last few bowls of snacks and a few bottles of soda. He watched you approach, delicately balancing everything in your arms as you tried your best not to drop everything.

"Need some help?" he asked, his Evol flickering to life before you could answer him properly. A few of the more precariously balanced items gently floating down to the table under guidance of the red and black mist.

You thanked him as you set down the remaining items on the table before you settled down on top of him, your head resting on his chest as he selected the episode where you'd left off.

Somewhere between the snacking and the beginning of the last few episodes, he ended up with you under him. Head on your chest as your fingers absentmindedly combed through his hair. The end of the season came all too soon for either of you and soon you were scrolling through the many thumbnails of movies and series that the streaming service had to offer. An endeavour that seemed to prove fruitless as the titles kept flying by.

"Having trouble picking something?"

"Yeah... Don't really know what I'm craving, so if you've got suggestions..."

"The one you were watching yesterday certainly looks interesting."

The expression on your face when he spoke reminded him of that of a child who'd got caught with their hand in a cookie jar. As if watching a show was suddenly a crime of the highest order. He could feel you physically trying to shrink into the sofa as you opened your mouth, words tinged with barely hidden embarrassment.

"That one? I don't think we'd last long enough through that to make it to the next season..."

"Why not?"

"It's a kid’s show, Sy," you sighed, eager to be done with it and move back to the problem of getting a new show to watch, but Sylus wasn't letting it go that easily. "Look, I was on a nostalgia trip and I highly doubt it'll grip you the same way it did for me when I was, what? Twelve? Maybe? It's not exactly high art."

"You still like it."

"Call it a guilty pleasure."

"Guilty for what?"

"...Elaborate?"

"What is it you feel guilty about for watching a show?"

"I’m a grown adult and it is a kid's show. I think the answer should be obvious here."

"Is it?"

"You're not that dense," you grumbled, putting the remote back on the armrest above your head. "I know you too well for that." You let out a deep sigh as you let you arms rest along the lenght of his back, but soon enough a hand found its way back on his head to play with his hair. A gesture he suspected was more to comfort yourself than him.

"You're allowed to like things, sweetie."

"I know..."

Your response was immediate, but Sylus didn't buy it and from the tone of your voice, he knew you did not either. "I'm willing to give it a try." He knew you were on high alert as he said it. Your body tense like a wound up spring. As if you were waiting for... something.

"Like I said, I was just on a nostalgia trip. So you don't have to," you chuckled, like you thought he was making a joke, "not for my sake." The pain tinged in your expression as you looked back at the screen told him otherwise.

"Do you think I'll laugh at you?"

"Can we please just pick a new show?" you grumbled as your voice cracked into a whisper, eyes still fixed on the screen, where a silent trailer for a different series played on loop. Further sinking into the couch under his weight as you released the tension from your body.

"No." With the merest flick of his wrist he used his Evol to turn off the tv.

"It's just a cartoon," you snapped at him, "Why do you need to keep picking at it?"

"No one would be this pressed about 'just' anything. Especially not you."

"Are you really that surprised when you are the one that keeps pressing me about it in the first place?"

"You really like lying to yourself, don't you?"

"What? I'm–I don't! That's ridiculous."

Sylus simply raised an eyebrow at that.

"I just don't understand why you feel the need to keep pressing me for a reason, because I genuinely don't know what you want to hear from me."

"You think something is going to happen when I see what interests you, what makes you happy. Tell me what that something is."

"Who says anything is going to happen?"

"You clearly think so."

"...You're deluded."

"Hm. Try again."

"You and I have a lot of overlapping interests, I'll admit that much. That show is not one of them."

"Close, but not close enough," he said as he grabbed your chin between his thumb and indexfinger to force you to look at him while the black and red mist of his Evol stole the remote off the armrest as you tried to grab it. "You're scared. It's written all over your face."

"Don't be ridiculous," you spat, but your words lacked any kind of real bite. "It's a kids show, what could I possibly be scared of?"

"You tell me."

"Fuck off."

"No," his voice left no room for argument as he spoke, "not until you give me the answer."

"What fucking answer?" you said, words sharp like a knife's edge, "the only answer I want is why you care so goddamned much about me not wanting to watch some stupid childrens cartoon."

"It's not the show that concerns me," he sighed in frustration. In the beat of silence that followed, Sylus swore he could hear the distant sound of a bomb going off.

"Then what is it?" you bit, his name on your tongue like it was a curse. "Because I cannot fathom anything other than the end of our relationship because you inevitably come to the conclusion I am an emberassment to be seen with! I know I am too loud, too cringe, too much of anything really. Dear god I know... But heavens forbid I try to keep it in check when I finally have someone I don't want to lose."

"I'm not leaving you," he simply said as his hand found yours, intertwining your fingers whilst he gently pried off the other arm that you'd thrown over your face to hide your expressions.

"Oh god... please don't– don't do that to me..." you whispered with a crack, your voice barely audible, "don't make a promise you can't keep..."

"Have I ever?"

"...There's a first for everything," you chuckled bitterly.

"What's mine stays mine. And that includes you. I won't let you slip away from me."

You didn't say anything, simply squeezing your laced hands as you let the silence settle over you.

"What's on your mind, sweetie?"

"Too much... and not enough."

"Care to tell me?"

"I... don't know if I can..."

"I won't run," Sylus hummed as he gently sqeezed your hand.

"That's– not what I meant," you snickered, and he briefly wondered if he'd imagined the relief in your voice. "It's just– the words won't come. Not the right ones anyway."

"Don’t force yourself. They'll come when you're ready."

"You think I'll ever be ready?" you said, free hand finding its way back into his hair.

"I know you will be."

"Thanks..."

He hummed, rubbing his thum over the back of your hand in soothing circles. "That being said, we still need a new series to watch."

"We do indeed... Any suggestions?" you asked as you grabbed the remote, the screen flaring back to life.

"I believe I already gave you one earlier," he grinned as he watched your head fall back into the pillow with a groan.

"No! We are not watching that!" You yelled, still somewhat embarrassed, playfully swatting his shoulder.

"Then pick something else kitten, but I am not going to change my mind," he said with a grin, unfazed by the piercing glare on your face.

"Bastard," you muttered as you turned back to the tv and started flicking through the options, deliberately avoiding one you had been talking about. But as you scrolled on, nothing in particular caught your eye and Sylus almost couldn’t surpress a chuckle.

"Shut up," you muttered when you caught the bemused look on his face from the corner of your eye.

"I haven't said anything."

"You were going to. Don't."

"If you say so."

"Can we just cuddle instead?" you sighed after a few more minutes of fruitlessly scrolling through various streaming services, "I can pick something tommorrow."

"Surely there's at least one that caught your eye," he grinned as you rolled your eyes at him.

"I–" you sighed in frustration when you couldn't seem to find the words you were looking for. Something Sylus took as an opportunity to start tracing your features in an attempt to comfort you.

"Are you sure about this?"

He nodded, not pausing his ministrations as he did so. "When it comes to you, I am always certain."

"...Alright then," you said as you navigated to the thumbnail of the show you'd been dancing around for the better part of the evening, before quietly adding: "Let's hope I won't regret this."

The screen exploded with color before he could say anything. As the intro played, he recognised it. The show had been created a good while before the Chronorift disaster, and had recently seen a resurgence in popularity due to a reboot of the original series. But it seemed you preferred the old version. Even if he had never seen the show himself when he was younger, he quickly understood why you'd grown as fond of it as you were now. The animation had a charm to it and the colorful and intricately designed characters were full of personality. And even though it was clearly written for a younger audience and the plot faltered here and there, he never once found himself bored by it.

When the credits rolled for the last time that season, you could barely keep your eyes open. Yet you still somehow mustered up the energy to look up at him, silently asking for an opinion with the slight raise of an eyebrow and the tilting of your head.

"As expected, you don't settle for less. Even when you were younger."

You chuckled. "That's about me, but what about you? Do you like it?"

"I certainly wouldn't mind coming home to you watching it."

"That's not answer Sy. I asked if you liked it."

"I do. I may not watch it with the same frequency you do, but I won't say no if you propose to watch it together."

"I see," you said with a quiet smile as you gently scritched his scalp with your nails. "Thank you. For staying, I mean."

"Like I said, you're mine. And I won't let you slip away from me. Whatever part you've convinced yourself you need to hide, tell me, and I will learn to love them anyway."

"Someone's being dramatic," you giggled sleepily, half-heartedly attempting to shape his mussed locks back into something presentable.

"I am not," he said, the intensity of his gaze seeming to catch you a little off guard. "I want to know everything about you. And appreciate them for being part of who you are."

You hummed contentedly, fingers coming to a stop on his head as your beathing started to even out.

"Sleepy, kitten?" he teased with a grin, earning him a half-hearted glare.

"No..." you protested, but before you could say more, he'd manouvered you on top of him, fingers gently massaging the nape of your neck as your eyes started to droop closed once more.

"Sleep," he gently nudged as you tried to keep yourself awake, "I'll still be here when you wake up."

[sparkpup-likes-drawing]

Okay I need to scream into the void about something because I just saw a post that reminded me of this idea for an AU I've had, and I started ranting in the tags but it's better as a full post so people can actually see my ideas for this okay? I wanna just throw it out into the world for y'all to judge

So, TGCF, right? What if- and hear me out on this- TGCF... But the ghosts are actually vampires? Pretty much all the major plot points are the same but the ghosts are vampires.

It would work think about it

(also spoiler warning for some stuff obviously)

He Xuan feeding on water ghosts? No, maybe vampires get stronger from consuming the blood of other vampires, and the strongest of the strong can even suck out lower vampires' powers as well, leaving them as nothing but a husk, a shell of the vampire they once were

Ghost City? Vampire City, duh. And the Gambler's Den deals mainly in blood no I will not be taking a second opinion on this.

Hua Cheng's title, "Crimson/Bloody Rain Sought Flower"? Puh-lease, it's so obvious. Bloody Rain Sought Flower?? It's because he's known as the strongest vampire of all, of course, and the blood from his bloody rain?? Oh-hoh, just imagine him standing there, fangs glinting as he smiles, wiping his thumb on his cheek and licking the blood off with a cocky grin 🤤😍❤️‍🔥

Mt. Tonglu spitting out spirits and being the gauntlet for them? Nuh-uh, it's Mt. Yinlu now. Silver Kiln Mountain instead of Copper Kiln Mountain. Vampire gauntlet. Something something evil miasma or whatever that turns people into vampires, IDK haven't thought about too hard yet but let me cook ok

And the ghost rut?? Hehe, well it's the vampire rut now. Bloodlust everywhere. They all have a desire to hunt and to feed and that's why it's considered so dangerous.

Also about the vampire rut, so in the books we all know and love how Hua Cheng gets desperate for Xie Lian, kissing and making out with him during that scene etc etc BUT what if instead he gets the unsuppressable urge to feed? Xie Lian is right there, and he's so trusting and so easy to just bite, but Hua Cheng's subconscious refuses to let him drink Xie Lian's blood, because who is he to be able to even taste a drop of that divine ichor? Anyways, Hua Cheng starts holding Xie Lian down and kissing him after Xie Lian hugs him because of course he does, and his fangs are out, so they brush against Xie Lian's lip and- fuck. He tastes blood. He's trying so hard now not to just bite or fuck Xie Lian and Xie Lian is having a time discovering the very problematic fact that he really likes the feeling of Hua Cheng's fangs on his lips and skin.

Vampires are able to turn into animals, of course. They can also turn into an incorporeal dark mist because I say so. Vampire powers oooooo *wiggles fingers*

Vampires can cultivate as well as gods and shit so they also have other powers (so basically my lame ass excuse for why vamp! Hua Cheng can change his appearance and do magic shit)

Aforementioned cultivation makes it so Hua Cheng can hold his silver scimitar E-Ming without it hurting. Yes he's a cocky bitch about it

Speaking of turning into incorporeal mist, that's what Hua Cheng does in place of dispersing when he frees Xie Lian from his shackles. Does the mist dissipate on the wind while Hua Cheng regathers a corporeal form? Does the mist hang around Xie Lian like a little puppy, terrorising people as they wonder why His Highness is being followed by a shroud of terrifying maroon mist with an evil-as-fuck aura? IDK haven't thought that far but you can imagine whichever scenario you like the best

And, I can definitely not hear you asking because I'm definitely not in your walls: "But Sparkpup, what about ghost's ashes? What about the "soulmate getting the thing that controls your life" thing?" Okay. So. Vampires' blood is considered inherently dirty and cursed, even though it like. Tastes just the same or maybe even better than other blood. Anyways, all vampires have a single drop of the pure blood in their heart, called the silver blood pearl (as it is their greatest weakness, and this purest drop of blood is silver-coloured), and when a vampire trusts and loves another with all of themself, they will take this purest drop of blood and turn it into something physical; an amulet, a pearl, a diamond- or, a crystal clear ring. They will give it to the one they love, and that purest drop of blood can control the vampire, and if it is destroyed, it destroys the vampire. He who holds the silver blood pearl holds total power over the vampire. This is their way of showing total trust and love for someone. Of course, as in canon, it is often abused, as people will force vampires to give up their silver blood pearl and use it to either make the vampire kill themself or force them to go on rampages and cause chaos. But ofc Xie Lian believes in agency and individuality even though Hua Cheng would be 100% fine with being his puppet.

Also young vampires tend to hunt and feed on animals, but when vampires get older, they are expected to find a mate, and they will 'mark' that person, as that person will become their primary food source. It requires a lot of trust between the two parties overall, and yes if you're thinking it I could not help myself I did bring in the omegaverse-ass mating bite thing into this because fuck you I do what I want.

So obviously it's implied with the whole "only doing it with a mate" thing but it's considered a very intimate act to feed directly from someone. Feeding directly from animals in adult vampires is only done as a last resort if they don't have a mate and is considered crude and improper. If needing to drink blood and not having a mate, adult vampires will drink blood from pouches, or artificial blood in the case of the vampire version of vegans. They also can eat normal/other food and get nourishment from that, but a vampire who doesn't eat blood or artificial blood cannot fuel their powers and will constantly feel unsatisfied from their meals that way, hence most of them find a blood or blood-like alternative.

Xie Lian is a very willing food source for Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng is definitely not hard when feeding from Xie Lian, and Xie Lian definitely isn't hard from Hua Cheng biting him.

On that note, asexual and aromantic vampires who don't have mates will either just drink blood from pouches (most common method) or will continue hunting wild animals (those who do this are considered weird for this but non-aroace vampires don't want to cross the scary aroace vampire hermit clans in the forest so they just vibe with it)

Anyways I've thought too much about this and haven't written it at all lmfao

[chimneyz]

wip wednesday

tagged by @trombonechurchill thank you <3

today i am giving a longer snippet of my bucktommy tommy's romcom coma dream fic. i have made a big dent these past couple of weeks and i am really excited for this. hopefully i will be able to put the first chapter on ao3 very soon. so, for now here is a snippet of the love, actually chapter of my tommy's romcom coma dream fic, a dream i can call my own <3

Tommy’s body buzzed with excitement and euphoria, entangled with Evan’s limbs. He breathed in every scent that emanated from Evan’s body. Tommy wrapped himself around a sweaty, naked Evan, listening to his steady heartbeat underneath his head. The lids of his eyes grew heavy, sleep overtaking him as it had already pulled Evan into a slumber. 

Evan made Tommy feel safe, feel wanted … and it terrified him. For years, Tommy built up these walls around him, never daring to let anyone in, let anyone too close to the jagged edges of his life. It was easier to keep people away. And as much as it hurt to turn others away - and fuck it was painful - it was nowhere near as painful as letting someone in, to only turn away, not liking what they saw behind those walls. So Tommy did everything in his power to keep those walls up, make them stronger. But here was Evan Buckley breaking it down, piece by piece, brick by brick, making his way closer to Tommy. It was a terrifying thought; he let his guard down, let the cracks grow. Tommy wasn't sure if he could handle Evan leaving him, as people always did. But now here he was, with Evan by his side.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way, Tommy knew that. As much as he wanted it to, this wasn’t supposed to end with Tommy falling asleep in Evan’s arms. But it did. 

Light snores filled the darkness, lulling Tommy into a slumber. 

The thing about the darkness is it played tricks on you, made you see things that weren’t truly there, made things move when in actuality things had gone still. Tommy usually liked the darkness; to him, it was the warm blanket he needed to sleep. But tonight, tonight, it played its tricks and splashed ice cold water all over Tommy. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw what looked like a figure looming over at the foot of the bed, staring right into Tommy’s soul. No, no, no, it was the trick of the shadows. Nothing more. 

But it moved. 

The beat of Tommy’s heart accelerated, crashing against his rib cage, screaming to break free. His breath escaped from his body, suffocating him. His nerves were set on fire. Panic overwhelmed him, yelling at him to get up, yelling at him to move, to do something. Tommy’s hand reached out for Evan, searching for some level of comfort, only to find empty, cold sheets. All evidence of Evan was gone. He was alone … no, that wasn’t quite right. He was not alone. Tommy’s eyes grew wide, staring right back at the man at the foot of the bed. Covered in shadow, there was no way of telling who it was.

It was becoming harder to breathe, harder to think, harder to keep calm. All Tommy could do was lie down, horrified, scared, feeling smaller than he ever had before. Tommy watched as the man’s fists curled. He couldn’t move. Why couldn't he move? 

Tommy took a shaky breath, biting down on the fear.

In quick motion, the figure at the foot of the bed gripped onto Tommy’s ankle, digging its nails into his flesh. Blood trickling out. Just as Tommy let out a scream, the figure pulled him down the bed. Tommy reached for something, anything to hold on to. Kicking and fighting. Only for everything to slip through his fingers, as everything good always did. Tommy was flung into the darkness, into the void, into nothing, unable to fight his way back. 

There was only the cold, never ending, darkness.

no pressure tags: @ambernotember @tommysparkles @setmeatopthepyre @firehose118 @loucifersbitch @leashybebes @disaster-j @powersuitup @strawberrytommy @aringofsalt

[korrolrezni]

"It’s not the darkness I fear, John. It’s what hides in the darkness. The possibilities of what lay beyond that are… limitless. A set of eyes could be watching us now, standing cold and motionless on the far side of the black.A creature of immense size could be reaching out at us as we speak, o-or it could be nothing! Just a void of quiet and shadow that yearns to draw us in... and devour us."

Arthur gets it. Arthur gets it so much.

[girlshambogames]

lifesteal double life au ^-^ !! basically what it says on the tin:

i put all of the lsers into a randomizer wheel and paired them off. in my mind its kind of just a one off event that takes place during s6, its like its own little arc that goes for at least two weeks, possibly a bit longer tho!!! and i have removed certain players simply bc i cannot realistically imagine them logging in even for day 1 of the event LMFAO.

ls mechanics are the same— you kill you (and ur soulmate) gain a heart, you die and you (and ur soulmate) lose a heart. ADDITIONALLY, i heavily fw the idea that if ur soulmate is banned, you Also get banned ^-^ even if ur on 20, your hearts simply drop on the ground after u die if ur banned bc it makes things ✨️interesting✨️ tho thats all i have so if anyone has any other ideas or disagrees w me then pls feel free to tell me all abt it bc im just saying shit LOL

anyways! soulmates will be under the cut :D

[the people who have been excluded are leo, mrcube, redd, spep, terry, and vortex @_@ im sorry to fans of them i just can nawt imagine them participating for even a day]

and. dear fucking LORD do we have some crazy match ups oh my god?? 😭😭 the balancing is fucking insane bc to me hearts are NOT given or taken away for any sort of balancing purposes, they have what they had before the event started yk? so soulmates taking care of each other and communicating is even MORE important than anything

and like theoretically people are still in the teams they had before the event, theres technically no rules saying u Need to dedicate urself to your soulmate but considering the type of server ls is, keeping ur soulmate close to u is very likely life or death. like esp for a pair like say...planet and minute bc anyone who has a bone to pick w minute could so easily farm a planetlord over it nd ban them both from the server so being able to protect ur soulmate is just as important as staying safe yourself yk?

its crazy bc u have teams that are definitely just fucking cooked like planet & minute (current 7 heart chungus) or like pangi & jepexx, but u also have teams that are hella fucking cracked in Theory like mapicc & subz bc theyre both cracked at pvp but i actually just dont know how well theyd work as a pair or if theyd EVEN work together or if theyd just do their own thing and expect the other to not die LMFAO.

like, its just so interesting to think abt soulmate dynamics and how this event would affect each preexisting teams. how loyal people would feel towards their soulmates & whether this would change things after the event in regards to Team loyalty and who would grow attached to their soulmates after the fact......or who would hate their soulmates, and who would become enemies bc of this event LOL

[that-ineffable-devil]

I know I already posted about this but it was on a reblog that I think got buried under the original and I need someone else to lose their mind with me.

So the wonderful human that commented on this post about Hell's understaffing problem made me rethink something that I think a lot of us are sleeping on: Hell is RATIONING something.

At the beginning of S2 in between other remarks, Shax mentions that Beelzebub has put some lower ranking demons "on half rations." But we know celestials and infernals generally don't eat, so surely it's not food, right?

So what could they be rationing?

And then I remembered how both Heaven and Hell keep close tabs on the miracles done by Crowley and Aziraphale on Earth--even the little things.

And how, in S1, Hastur is stuck in Hell waiting for "maintenance" to come fix a leak in the ceiling. It's played off as a joke and it's something that would be so mundane for a human in an office or apartment building, so we don't give it much thought... But they can do miracles. They could literally fix that with a snap. We've seen Crowley fix the Bentley, so surely a little leak is nothing.

And Aziraphale gets reprimanded for doing "too many frivolous miracles," which we initially ignore because it's exactly the kind of bureaucratic/corporate BS we'd expect from Heaven and Hell.

But what if it's not just BS?

What if the power sources used by angels and demons are not infinite? Worse, what if they're not replenishable?

What if Hell is rationing miracles, because there's not enough power to go around?

And if so, where's the power coming from?

[demodraws0606]

TW/ Slightly heated (no hate to those i'm talking about, i just need to rant about it a little) (also it's definitely just me ranting about a drawing of a character in a fanganronpa keep that in mind LOL)

I'll be honest, people who are handwaving Whit's creepy expression as just "oh he's just finally caring" slightly...irk me ?

It feels on the same level as people who said back then that the tape disappearing was just an "animation error".

The story makes it so clear at every turn to not have Whit express anything towards the execution or the deaths around him. If this was him being unable to save Levi and having to watch him die...then why does he react nonchalant to the execution ?

In fact Whit's reaction to Min's execution more so sounds like Whit is trying to have a normal reaction and failing but that's like another thing.

The way his sprite is drawn as well just is not like other "breakdown sprites" we've seen, like it's straight up factual, his eyes just straight up are drawn similarly to David and Xander's sprites (I checked there aren't other expressions that depicts it). He also doesn't sweat which is very common for a lot of stressed sprite.

And i'm not even talking about his arm suspiciously being behind his back.

We KNOW sprites end up foreshadowing things in the future, we quite literally saw it with Arei with her reaction to the murder secret.

The idea of Whit just being stressed just is not in character with what has been shown of Whit's character thus far and it doesn't fit the expression that's drawn on him or the suspicious hand behind his back.

"You're just thinking too hard about it" "It's not that complicated" Then why am I fan of DRDT at all, like why am I a fan of a fan series based on a MURDER MYSTERY series if everything can just be handwaved by the magic words that are "you're just thinking too hard about it !".

Just because an explanation is simpler doesn't mean it's more accurate or more likely to happen, people who make more complex theories aren't "overthinking" things they are simply trying to make a prediction that works unlike the more simple interpretations that are riddled by contradictions.

I've technically fallen victims of "overthinking" at times like my Hu theories however Ace being the culprit answered a lot of my issues with mostly just one exception that is relatively minor in context of everything. Ace being the culprit also still was given very nice foreshadowing and hints to munch on.

The point of red herrings is that they surprise you with more fitting and compelling twists. Brushing off Whit's entire suspicious behavior as a red herring is just lazy analysis because I could do that with pretty much any theory ever. Sure Whit could be a mastermind herring however his behavior itself can't be a red herring, he has something going on and that's what's setup, what that will be will only be discovered later on.

I made my fair share of very wild theories but this isn't about Mastermind Whit or Timeloop Whit, this is about Whit's character and how he's been written thus far. People are trying too hard to woobify him into the "happy go lucky character actually is secretly sad" even though DRDT has made sure to often counterarc very overdone tropes (Nico for exemple).

Like my girl Eden was given more suspicion for WAY LESS.

[luparaneo]

[hellneedsaruler]

There’s just something about how by the end for Arthur to play the role he needed to play , be the once and future king who would unite Albion and rule justly, he had to learn to be gentle to be softer and kinder and more compassionate .

And he had to learn it from Merlin . The person who in order to become Arthur’s protector had to learn to be Ruthless . He had to be cold blooded , merciless and vicious to keep Arthur safe .

[pardonmydelays]

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[stranger-draws]

*visibly shaking* guys hey guys can you tell I finally watched dragons rising

[nocek]

Do you want to hear a funny story?

So you know that I was drawing spiderverse comics lately. Because they are fun to do. And I think people like them. I mean the most popular one has like 4K notes? That's lot for me when I usually dwell in tiny fandoms made out of like 3 people and their dog. So it's nice, everybody is having fun and I'm grateful.

but

BUT

I just found out that somebody took few of that comics. Cut them up and run the text through ai reading voice and posted it as reels on fucking youtube.

And it's not even that I'm stumped why even turn 4 pictures into video. First time I see such a time wasting thing but ok. People do like different things.

And even lke some effort was done to erase text from speech bubbles so it appears as the ai spews it aloud but it's not even about it

I had pictures taken and posted somewhere else. Usually without credit. At least this time it was credited? I guess I should be grateful.

What fucking gets me is that those comics have several hundred thousand views and few hundred comments each.

Like fucking seriously.

I don't know what's the point

I don;t know what should I feel about this

I mean unless you can make money on youtube reels? Then I can at least be pissed about it. Nice clean feeling?

Because what gets me is that most of those comments are nice so I should be happy about it? I guess? But I feel like a pathetic peeping tom looking for appreciation that wasn't given to me actually eve if I did the thing

ugh

I'm just tired

this day was already shitty so i guess it's time to give up and take a nap

next comic will be delayed

[oddestishottest]

watching d&d campaigns has been keeping me from losing my mind. I'm such a freak for sci fi and storytelling that I'm surprised it took me this long to come across dimension 20 & critical role